Promethius
Masked vultures eat into my liver
Deeply hidden from the eyes of the sun among
these plastic times
This cursed carnival
Come day everyone shell just melt
The timeless on my hands
Chained to a chair upon the top of my alley hill
Copyright © Ryan Hughes | Year Posted 2017
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